GhostOfProtocol
The OOC One
Every skill learned deserved to be used, it was simple. If you learned something that granted you power, then you deserved to use this. Thus, the private quarters of Darth Novus in the Atrisian Palace lay in ruins, books thrown aside and a large alchemy set on the back table. He'd move it all into a spare room at one point, but he really wanted this weapon. He'd spent the last three weeks tracing, drawing and redoing the sigils he would need for construction during this little experiment.
It'd been hard, the book that Darth Ophidia had given him didn't have a glossary, it was a case of scanning and scanning until you found what you wanted, it was just that simple. It'd taken time to find the sigils, then draw them out perfectly. Then he had to hunt for a Coursca Gem, something he would slide into the hilt of the weapon. He wasn't sure if was something completely required when working with alchemy, he was new to it, but he'd been taught to use one so he would.
He twisted a small knob on the bottom of his portable furnace built into his alchemy table, happy when he saw the flame. It would take a few moments to heat to the correct temperature, but that would be fine. He felt his hands drift across the durasteel and silver he would be alloying together before his alchemy began. He'd learned while training, he'd learned not to throw his hand into the cauldron, that hurt.
His mask sat to the side, unneeded during the alchemy task. He'd locked his door, no-one could walk in. If they did, he had his hood up and he was facing away from the door. No-one would ever see his eye after the fight with the Jedi, the only person that had ever seen it was the doctor that collected him and worked on him after his duel.
The duel that changed his life.
It'd been hard, the book that Darth Ophidia had given him didn't have a glossary, it was a case of scanning and scanning until you found what you wanted, it was just that simple. It'd taken time to find the sigils, then draw them out perfectly. Then he had to hunt for a Coursca Gem, something he would slide into the hilt of the weapon. He wasn't sure if was something completely required when working with alchemy, he was new to it, but he'd been taught to use one so he would.
He twisted a small knob on the bottom of his portable furnace built into his alchemy table, happy when he saw the flame. It would take a few moments to heat to the correct temperature, but that would be fine. He felt his hands drift across the durasteel and silver he would be alloying together before his alchemy began. He'd learned while training, he'd learned not to throw his hand into the cauldron, that hurt.
His mask sat to the side, unneeded during the alchemy task. He'd locked his door, no-one could walk in. If they did, he had his hood up and he was facing away from the door. No-one would ever see his eye after the fight with the Jedi, the only person that had ever seen it was the doctor that collected him and worked on him after his duel.
The duel that changed his life.